We reached the mall. Mom went straight towards the saree section and was selected a few. I said, “Ma, I think you should try western too.” She was...a little hesitant but I somehow managed to get her into the western section.My mother was a little ashamed to see such clothes with her son. I said, “No one knows us here and besides these are way more convenient than Indian.”I picked up a yellow top for her along with a pink skirt and asked her to try them on. She was too ashamed but I pushed her. We were all in the cabin checking how nice the lounge room area was. I paced around in my little black dress I had gotten from my boyfriend for my just recent eighteenth birthday and stiletto heels clopping as I walked on the wooden floor boards. Paul was just sitting down on of the arm chairs reading a newspaper, waiting for the class to be settled. I kept noticing him in the corner of my eye eyeing off my smooth legs and inner thighs. It turned me on thinking about him checking me out and. I lent up and kissed her. Passion passing from my lips to hers…She blushed.“Im not used to guys like you.”“What do you mean?” I unclasped her bra slyly… my eyes gazing deeply into hers.She blushed deeper.Before she could answer i pitched up and grinded my cock against her pussy.A gasp escaped her lungs and she forced her pussy down on my cock hard, making my dick glisten with her cum.My hands jolted forward and gripped her hips, pushing her upwards, her cunt dragging my cock into an upright. Let me begin, One fine day I was returning from my college and at a sudden I heard a voice of a lady calling my name I stopped for a while and turned around to give a look to see it was, and it was munera aunty who was a friend of my mom and a marketing agent as well as a hot, dashing lady of our street. The adults used to say her “The dream girl” because she was fair and had a good maintained figure and mouth watering assets. She said “Hi” for that I responded with the same and then she handed.